"Would you pipe the fuck down!?" Seriously, kid, you weren't helping him or yourself from escaping this monster like that - and it probably doesn't help that Duo seems to have caught some blood spatter here and there. He stops for a moment, panting from the exertion of running, but steady enough to aim that automatic rifle to pepper the monster following them. It shrieks and reels, and Duo takes that as his time to sling the large gun over his shoulder with the strap and bolt again, scrabbling for anywhere where that thing might not find him, and tossing off unnecessary bits of clothing where it suits him. His tie get tucked in to his pants pockets the moment he has the thought to remove it, just in case anyone needed a tourniquet at any point.

"Don't make me prove my point by using you as target practice!" Shit, why couldn't he just have his gundam at a time like this -

"If these things are attracted to blood I am fucked eight ways from Sunday - need to find a river or somethin - " And hope that there wasn't a catch to that one, too.